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170             UNCLE TOM'S CABIN; OR
CHAPTER XIII.
THE QUAKER SETTLEMENT.
A quiet scene now rises before us. A large, roomy r neatly painted kitchen, its yellow floor glossy and smooth, and without a particle of dust; a neat, well-blacked cook­ing-stove ; rows of shining tin, suggestive of unmention­able good things to the appetite; glossy green wooden chairs, old and firm; a small flag-bottomed rocking-chair, with a patchwork cushion in it, neatly contrived out of small pieces of different colored woolen goods, and a larger-sized one, motherly and old, whose wide arms breathed hospitable invitation, seconded by the solicitation of its feather cushions, — a real comfortable, persuasive old chair, and worth, in the way of honest, homely enjoy­ment, a dozen of your plush or brocatelle drawing-room gentry; and in the chair, gently swaying back and for­ward, her eyes bent on some fine sewing, sat our old friend Eliza. Yes, there she is, paler and thinner than in her Kentucky home, with a world of. quiet sorrow lying under the shadow of her long eyelashes, and marking the outline of her gentle mouth! It was plain to see how old and firm the girlish heart was grown under the discipline of heavy sorrow; and when, anon, her large dark eye was raised to follow the gambols of her little Harry, who was sporting, like some tropical butterfly, hither and thither over the floor, she showed a depth of firmness and steady resolve that was never there in her earlier and happier days.
By her side sat a woman with a bright tin pan in her lap, into which she was carefully sorting some dried peaches. She might be fifty-five or sixty; but hers was